The Lass Of Fair Wone (Charlotte Dacre Poems)
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
From the German of B?rger. BESIDE the parson's dusky bow'r Why strays a troubl'd sprite,That dimly shines in ...
The enchanted island rose before me, drawnMore beautiful than words of mine may reach;It lay magnificent in a magic dawn,And ...
HEALTH to my friend, and long unbroken years,By storms unruffled and unstain'd by tears:Wing'd by new joys may each white ...
``Come and listen to my ditty.'' On that fam'd and ancient station Where to Thames the Medway runs, When in ...
July 6: 1535The midnight moaning streamDraws down its glassy surface through the bridgeThat o'er the current casts a tower'd ridge,Dark ...
'Tis past—and the recording angel bearsTo Heaven the record of another year—Another year of nature's and of mine!Nature has known ...
At work within his barn since very early,Fairly tired out with toiling all the day,Upon the small bed where he ...
A wave-worn boulder, with green sea-moss wrapping A silken mantle o'er its jagged sides; And silvery, seething waters softly ...
O MUSIC! soul-enchanting nymph, advance,Thro' magic maze to guide the measur'd dance,Or aid the tremulous voice,When fired with Nature's charms ...
TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR DECEASED FRIEND,MRS. SUCKLING,WIFE of ROBERT SUCKLING, Esq. of WOODTON HALL, Norfolk. ARE these sad ...
Yes! we confess it! 'mong the sons of Fate, Earth's great ones, thou art great!As that tall peak which from ...
I WAS a painter; if I lov'd Her glorious face too much, It was that thought had carv'd its lines,-- ...
So let a 'favourable speed' assistThe keel that bears her yacht across the sea,Let there no spindrift of the salt ...
SONG OF THE IMPRISONED COUNT. COUNT. I KNOW a flower of beauty rare, Ah, how I hold it dear! To ...
WHEN wild war's deadly blast was blawn, And gentle peace returning, Wi' mony a sweet babe fatherless, And mony a ...
Thy hue, dear pledge, is pure and bright As in that well - remember'd night When first thy mystic braid ...
"Fate snatch'd him early to the pitying sky." - POPE. IF WORTH, too early to the grave consign'd, Can claim ...
Like the vain Curlings of the Watry maze, Which in smooth streams a sinking Weight does raise; So Man, declining ...
X Daughter to that good Earl, once President Of Englands Counsel, and her Treasury, Who liv'd in both, unstain'd with ...
I It was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw ...
IT was the Winter wilde, While the Heav'n-born-childe, All meanly wrapt in the rude manger lies; Nature in aw to ...
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